The seasons run with swift feet.

What was money that it should make such dreadful things of men and women?

How a big majority of book critics and authors have come to believe and to teach that no book is true to life unless it is true to the worst in life, God knows.

the occasional cries of a lost loon, strayed from its flock in northern migration, fill the swamp with sounds of wailing.

The world is full of happy people but no one ever hears of them. You have to fight and make a scandal to get in the papers. No one knows about all the happy people.

I do not know why it is the fate of the world always to want something different from what life gives them.

The Cardinal ... It was as if a pulsing heart of flame passed by when he came winging through the orchard.